“Hey lady, did I yank you away from a hot date or something?” That’s what I wanted to ask the nurse-midwife when I was writhing about in childbirth with you. She was supposed to be rubbing my back, spooning ice chips into my mouth. Instead, she leaned against the wall in her periwinkle scrubs, kept
When I gassed up in Summersville, West Virginia the cashier let me mix bold roast coffee with flavored cappuccino for no extra charge, but he wouldn’t look me in the eye. I squinted at him. Look at me. Nothing. I dropped my dollar five on the counter. “Can I ask you a weird question?” He winced. “Weird?” “Have
In response to my “Life in the Fast(ing) Lane” post, I was asked (multiple times) what to expect with intermittent fasting. Though I’m a baby at this, having only done it since January, I have lots of thoughts on the topic, so here goes! I think the best approach to fasting as a lifestyle not
Confession: I peeked inside my daughter’s diary once. I didn’t intend to, but there it was, wide open on her bedside table. Instead of disclosing her crush-of-the-moment, her fifth-grade handwriting read, “I wish Mom didn’t care so much about how the house looks.” Her secret ran me through like a skewer. The constant clutter in
Anyone want (or need) to lose a few pounds? At the end of January, I asked Tony Bear to be my guinea pig for a weight-loss experiment. See, as an ACC college football official, Tony frequently appears on national television, mostly during fall weekends. The rest of the year, he watches dozens of recorded games
Happy Blogiversary to you! Happy Blogiversary to you! Because really, without you, this blog would only be a journal. April 7, 2017 was the birthday of my blog, dianetarantini.com. On that day I rolled out the first post. Determined to be all official and everything, I even conducted a reader survey in which you assured me: I
Dear Abby had it easy when it came to giving advice. She counseled strangers. From afar. She didn’t see or hear their fury, angst, and excuses when they disagreed with what she had to say. Countless times over the years Tony Bear has shared his giving advice protocol with me. “When people ask for my
I will be naked soon for the rending of my garments. Hairless too. The women assure me grief softens with time. Not mine. The pain in my mother’s heart is like Job’s pottery shards. Never will the knife-edged fragments cease to cut me from the inside out. The women grip my wrists to keep my nails
Guest Post by Karin Fuller I was listening to Dr. Laura Schlessinger’s radio show when a mother called about her grade-school aged daughter, who kept wanting to start activities, like gymnastics and dance, and then quit a few months later. “So?” said Dr. Laura. “Let her quit.” The mother seemed surprised, perhaps because she’d likely
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, friend! Today I’m offering up travel tips for the emerald, patchwork-quilt island known as Ireland. Specifically, the southern region. First and foremost: Pack a high-quality rain jacket. Maybe even test-drive it in the shower. Because the weather in Ireland can be super rainy. Unless you visit in May or June, their
